Part 93: You Shook Me All Night Long

Day 70: Sunday, November 24

Chapter 1

Alan came to with a start. It felt like he'd only closed his eyes for a few seconds, but he realized he must have been out for a while. He reflexively sat up in bed, worried that he'd let too much time pass and that this once-in-a-lifetime evening was already over.

Only after he'd started to bolt up did he realize that his body had been snuggled up against his mother's, and that he'd had an arm draped over her. He hoped he hadn't woken her up with his quick movement, but it was too late to do anything about that now. Wow! I'm in bed. With Mom. Naked! We fucked! We actually had sex! Real sex! God knows I love her blowjobs and titfucks, but ... this ... this is too cool!

He looked at the clock by her bed. It read ten o'clock. He couldn't figure out if that was early or late or what he should have expected. Huh. It's been about two hours since I got home. Is that all? And I must have slept for a while. Maybe half an hour? Did we do all that mind-shattering fucking in only an hour and a half?

He looked down at Susan and saw her stirring. She had the most contented smile on her face that he'd seen in a long time.

She opened her eyes, automatically looking for him. When her eyes met his, an even greater blissful peace overtook her.

They just stared at each other lovingly for a minute or two. Then she said, "Hi ... Oh, look. It's my nasty motherfucker. Get back down here and cuddle me, Tiger."

The room was very dark, almost too dark to see, so he turned on a small lamp next to her bed. It was still dark overall, but now they could see each other much better. Then he handed her glasses to her. He gladly lay back down, and she rolled on her side so they could lie face to face. "We really did it, didn't we?"

"We sure did, Son." She put her arm around his shoulder, causing her huge bare tits to press into his chest delightfully.

He pulled her even closer and threw one of his legs over one of hers.

"Mmmm," she cooed and closed her eyes. "So much better, my love. Did you have a nice rest?"

"Yep. How 'bout you?"

"It was divine. You'll never guess what I dreamed about."

He chuckled, since there was no need to even ask. She had "sex with my son" on the brain. The only question was the details. However, he was disappointed that he was in contact with her body from head to toe and yet his dick was still flaccid. It was worn out from all the fucking.

She stretched her body and cooed as she sleepily recalled, "We were at church. The priest said that it was hard to find love in the world anymore, and could anyone show him an example of true love. He probably meant it rhetorically, but you and I walked hand in hand up the aisle and started doing the deed up on the pulpit. It was very scandalous."

"I'll bet," he chuckled.

In fact, that was not all of her dream. What she said was true enough, but she'd left out some things that she felt too embarrassed to confess to. It did start as their usual male preacher giving a sermon, but it turned into a wedding. Susan's modest church dress had transformed into a flowing white wedding gown while Alan's clothes similarly morphed into a tuxedo. The crowd changed, too, from mostly strangers to all friends and family.

Susan smiled as she remembered herself standing at the altar next to Alan. She recalled the priest's words as he'd said, "Do you, Susan Plummer, take your son, Alan Plummer, and agree to be not just his sex slave and big-titted fuck toy, but also his wife? To have and to hold, and to stroke and blow and serve in every way, until death do you part?"

"I do," she'd said solemnly.

The priest had then turned to Alan and asked, "And do you, Alan Plummer, take your sexy, loving mommy, Susan Plummer, and agree to crown her the head of your harem and your one and only official wife? To have and to fuck, to spank and to tame, until death do you part?"

"I do," he'd replied with equal seriousness.

"You may now fuck the bride," the priest had said, as Susan was already unzipping the fly to Alan's slacks and pulling his erection straight into her mouth.

She sighed contentedly as she recalled the way her son took her and drilled her up on a big table in front of a crowd of friends. But the details of the dream were slowly fading and the reality that she was lying naked with her son came to the fore of her consciousness.

She opened her eyes again, all smiles as she looked at her son. She thought, If only! If only I weren't such an old hag. If only I could give him children. Lots and lots and lots of children! And if it weren't for those stupid laws. That's one dream I can't even tell Suzanne. She'd think I'm even weirder than she already does.

She sighed again, this time in frustration. What doubly frustrated her was that she was already lubricating, even though her pussy was still sore from earlier. She quickly asked a question to force herself to change gears before she got completely carried away. "Oh, by the way, how was your hiking trip?"

"Ugh. Do you really have to ask?"

"I'm your mommy. Mommies live for that kind of stuff."

He sat up and leaned back against the headboard. "Torture. It was pure torture. I hardly knew where I was or what I was doing. I just plodded along, step after step, thinking of nothing but you. Actually, you and Glory. I have to admit she was on my mind a lot. I really have the feeling that I've lost her for sure. So I was one unhappy camper. Literally, in fact. The other scouts must have thought I'd lost my mind because I could hardly carry on a conversation."

Susan sat up, too. "Tiger, before you go on, let me just say a word or two about Glory. As your sexual powers continue to grow, I'm sure you'll find that you're able to go out and find any woman you want and add her to your collection. But I imagine that you don't want to do that, except as an occasional lark, because you'd rather be with the women you already love. Women like Glory."

"Exactly," he said sincerely, just managing to get a word in.

"It takes a lot of time and energy to give us all the attention, love, and heart-pounding, mind-blowing orgasms we so desperately crave."

"That's right. Even though you overstate my abilities with-"

Susan overrode his words as her determination increased. "Glory holds a special place in your heart as your first serious crush. As such, you MUST have her. She WILL obey you and love you, believe me. If you talk to her and fail to convince her, just let me know, because I'm ready to take extreme measures." She emphasized those last two words fiercely.

He was almost frightened by the determination in her eyes.

She said through clenched teeth, "She WILL come to understand that NOTHING can be denied my son. NOTHING!"

"Whoa, Mom, that's almost scary. What's up with that?"

The fire in her eyes dimmed and her whole demeanor softened. "I'm sorry, it's just ... Even before all this sex started, I've never really lived for myself. My number one priority has been raising you and Angel. You two, and Suzanne and Amy, you're literally my whole world. I just want you to be happy."

"Mom, I really do appreciate that and I love you for it, but you should live for yourself too. Follow your own dreams."

She thought about her marriage dream and sighed sadly. But then she said sincerely, "But that's why I love my life so much nowadays. Keeping you happy and very sexually satisfied is a dream come true for me. You bring me so much joy. And as your harem grows, that means more family and more love. And of course, more sex for everybody. I AM living my dream."

She added to herself, Well, unless you count the marriage and babies part. But I shouldn't be greedy. The good Lord has given me so much.

"That's good to hear," he said as he cuddled her curvy body. "But you're spoiling me. I appreciate your help, but please, let me handle this Glory situation on my own. It's my problem, and her choice to make." He knew that his mother almost never showed this much determination, but when she did, she always got her way.

Susan just muttered with her same steely intensity, "We'll see, Son. We'll see." Then, in a happy, singsong voice, she said as she lazily ran her hands over his chest, "So. You were telling me about your hiking trip, you great, big, cuddly mommyfucker?"

"Yeah. What a drag." Sensing she was frisky, he brought a hand down to her pussy.

But as soon as he brushed up against her pussy lips with his fingers, she complained, "Not my cunt! Not there! Too sensitive." She gently took his hand and brought it up to her chest instead.

"Sorry." As he began to run his fingers over her hefty orbs, he said, "Mile after mile of plodding along, so it was hardly restful. I used to really enjoy scouting and hiking but I'm soooo not into it these days. I sure am going to sleep soundly tonight."

She thought to herself with naughty glee, That's what you think!

"But the worst part was my dick! Dang! My dick was very unhappy. I thought it would be grateful to have a break after many, many days of nonstop activity. There were times in weeks past when I would have practically killed for a weekend off to rest the little guy. And it was content to rest, for most of the first day. But by the end of that day, little Alan Junior started-"

She interrupted, "Correction. Not-so-little Alan Junior."

He grinned. "Not-so-little Alan Junior started to get very unhappy. If you think about it, I've been averaging six orgasms a day for the past two months-"

She interrupted again. "More than six, actually. At least these last few weeks. My son's marvelous cock shoots its sperm into any combination of his nympho harem sex slaves seven or eight times a day, if not more. And Alan Junior is always, always, always hard. In fact, how is he doing right now? Let me check."

Actually, she'd checked it quite a few times since they'd woken up, by rubbing various parts of her body across his groin as they changed positions, so she already knew it was flaccid. But she hoped that some fondling might change that. To her delight, it was half-hard, which was an improvement from a minute or so earlier.

Nevertheless, she frowned and pretended distress. "Oh dear. This will not do. Son, you keep talking, and I'll take care of this." She started jacking him off.

The bed sheets were still covering them, but she managed to kick them off as her fingers caused his penis to grow increasingly turgid. She said playfully, "Who knows, maybe some of your other slaves are down in the basement, naked and horny and eager to watch. We don't want to disappoint them."

"Um, Mom, can you kind of not talk about 'slaves' so much?"

She remembered the speech she'd given the other women of the family while he was gone for the weekend, telling them to cut down the use of terms like "master" and "fuck toy." But when it came down to it, she herself loved those terms, and her fingers had the evidence in hand that he loved it too.

She deliberately teased him while pretending to apologize. "I'm sorry. It's just that, when you fuck me so good, it makes me want to serve you even more, like a slave! Not in a bad way, mind you, like an unhappy, unwilling slave. I mean it in the very best way, the kind of slave who truly loves to serve you and even lives to serve you! I'll try to obey your every command, but if I forget, you should probably give me a good spanking. And then fuck my face!"

His dick had reached its full hardness, thanks in large part to her words, so she concentrated on stroking her fingers back and forth under the most sensitive spot just under his cockhead.

His face grew taught in determination, because it took concentration to talk while enjoying a hand job at the same time, especially when she did that. "Um. Yeah. As I was saying, my dick started to get very unhappy. For once I wasn't even thinking about anything sexual, and yet it suddenly got rock hard."

She teased, "Oh, really? What would that be like?" Then she looked down with a smirk at her fingers playing on his shaft.

He rolled his eyes, but loved her playfulness. "It got hard. Right in the middle of nowhere, with no stimulation at all. Then I deliberately tried to keep my mind on the most unsexy thoughts, because, believe you me, you don't want a raging boner on a deserted island with Boy Scouts all around you. If anyone had noticed, I never would have lived it down. But no matter what I thought about, my dick just got harder and harder ... Kind of like now ... Um..." His mind drifted briefly, thanks to the slippery sliding of her hands.

She teased some more, "Son, is there something on your mind?" He was lying still, trying to concentrate on the subject at hand while avoiding a climax. She took advantage of that and climbed over him a bit more so she could slide her heavenly boobs back and forth across his chest. "Is there something distracting you, perhaps? ... Making you lose your concentration?"

He laughed. "You know there is. Anyway, I was saying ... What are you doing?"

He asked her that because she climbed off him and seemed to be getting off the bed altogether. But that wasn't her intention. She had placed a bottle of baby oil on her nightstand in preparation for this possibility. She explained as she poured a heaping amount all over her rack and especially down her cleavage, "Oh, Mommy just needs some more lubrication." She squirted yet more onto her hands.

"Jesus!" he muttered, awed by her sensuality.

She jiggled her chest a bit, but then brought her oiled-up hands back to his boner before her oiled-up breasts resumed sliding all over his chest. "So ... You were saying?"

"Um. Yes. Where was I?"

"I believe you were talking about your big COCK and how it gets HARD. Thick and hard, and full of sperm. And then how you need to find a tight, eager cunt to FUCK, so you can blow a load in one of your hot pussy slaves!" She was close to orgasm herself as she wantonly rubbed her whole body over his. That was tiring, but she was so turned on that she didn't care.

He was so distracted from orgasmic pleasure that he didn't even note she'd used the word "slave" again. "Yeah. My, um, dick. It was hard. Painfully hard. It even started to drip pre-cum ... Also like now ... It was like my dick was saying, 'Okay, you've rested me for most of the day and thanks for that, but now let's get down to some hard-core fucking!'"

She was starting to really get into the "tit massage" she was giving him. She'd moved her body up his so her breasts were pressing up against his chin sometimes. But she still had both hands down at his crotch. She squeezed his ball sack and slid her soaked fingers all over his prick. She chuckled, "Tiger, I love the way your cock talks."

"Yeah, well, it wasn't very funny or fun at the time. By the time I got to camp, my balls were practically bursting. But it was surreal, because there was a part of me that just couldn't believe everything that has happened in my life lately." He grimaced and groaned, but in pleasure as she gave his balls a particularly tight squeeze. "Um ... Did I, um, did I really make a pact to sexually satisfy my now two sisters and two mothers for the rest of our lives?"

"You did!" she squealed joyously.

He chuckled. "I know, I'm just trying to explain how I felt. With the other scouts talking about their X-Box games, the Chargers game, the latest rap song - some crap like 'Hot in Herre' - and that kind of stuff, I just couldn't wrap my head around my secret sexual life. It felt like an impossible and fading dream."

Her heavy tits were practically smothering his face now. But she suddenly lifted herself up. "This is wrong! This is so wrong!"

"What?" He was loving life and had no idea what she was talking about.

"All this talking, and nobody's sucking your cock! Mommy's gonna help. But don't mind me. I wanna hear the rest of your story."

She scooted her body down his, licking her way over and past his belly button as she went. She really did want him to continue his story, but she couldn't stand not having his stiff cock in her somehow. Since her pussy was still tender, she slipped it into her mouth. His penis was covered with a mixture of the baby oil, her own pussy juices, and his seed as she started to lick.

"Thanks, Mommy. You're such a perfect cocksucker. Anyways, even while I was having these thoughts, my dick was demanding release. It needed a hole, just like you said. I think I'm biologically addicted to lots of sex now. Seriously."

"MMMM!" she cried out. She was too busy bobbing her head farther and farther down his dick until she was practically reaching his balls with each pass, so she couldn't say more. But she was thinking, That makes me SO HOT! I'm addicted to him, and he's addicted to me!

"I just had to do something. I figured I'd go off and masturbate, but there was nowhere to go to. We were in the middle of the most fucking wind-swept, deserted island imaginable. There wasn't a tree on the whole island! ... Whoa, Mom, slow down there, okay? Actually, stop for a minute or I'm gonna blow."

She paused in her cocksucking, but her oiled-up hand wrapped around the lower half of his shaft continued to slide up and down. Since her mouth was temporarily freed to talk, she said, "Oh dear! I knew it. We all worried so much about your blue balls and we talked about how much we wished we could have been there to be your fuck receptacle. While you were gone, that was practically all we talked about."

"'We, ' or do you mean 'you?'"

"Actually, it was all of us, and even Brenda on the phone or in person. You have no idea what torture she put me through, since I'd vowed not to cum until you got back, the way she'd go off about all the things she'd do for you. I swear. As soon as she starts talking about titfucking, she starts cumming buckets-worth of sweaty pussy juice. And Angel-"

"Hey Mom, strategic break, here."

"Oh. Sorry." She paused to lick the tip of his throbbing rod for a bit, until he coughed. "Oops! Can't help myself. But seriously ... You know my fear of public exposure, but in that situation I would have gladly laid down naked in the middle of your camp and spread my legs for you to fuck me in the dirt in front of all those other scouts if it would have prevented your horrible blue balls. I'll do anything to make my children happy."

"Thanks, but I would never ask you to do something like that. I would do anything for you too, you know. In any case, so there I was-"

She interrupted again, very excited. She resumed slurping long strokes on the underside of his erection. She was being deliberately demanding and "uppity," hoping it would result in a spanking. Even if it didn't, she'd get to enjoy more of his cock.

Somehow, she managed to keep talking, despite her enthusiastic licks. "In fact ... I'll bet ... you have blue balls ... even now ... Mmmm ... MMMM!" She stopped licking to suddenly swallow his entire cockhead. She bobbed her head up and down on it for some moments, happily "mmmm"-ing.

Then she stopped doing that, and said, "Let's see if they taste any different from non-blue balls." She buried her face deeper into his crotch and stuffed an entire testicle between her lips.

He completely forgot about his hiking trip and just groaned lustily.

But then, suddenly, she pulled away and raised her head out from under the sheets. "We have to do something more drastic about all that cum you've built up!" She threw the sheets off of them. "I think it's time for more fucking!" Her pussy still had sensitivity issues, but she was too horny to care.

She scooted all the way back up his body and kissed him on the mouth, inadvertently rolling some of his own cum into his mouth.

He didn't worry about that kind of thing anymore. Cum and pussy juice got on everything and ended up everywhere these days. Since everyone praised his cum so much, he didn't have any "gross bodily fluid" thoughts about cum, but thought of sexual juices to simply be a tasty treat, like honey. He even liked sweat now, since sweat was so frequently linked with incredible fun.

"Um, okay, Mommy. But, um, wasn't I in the middle of a story or something?"

"No!"

He laughed, because he knew that he was. "Yeah. Screw the story. I think I'd rather fuck you. Since you're so energetic, why don't you sit on me and ride me for a while? The woman on top is one of my favorite positions, so it's something you're going to be doing a LOT from now on. You can really put those pussy squeezing tricks Aunt Suzy taught you to good use."

"Okay! 'A lot from now on.' I love the sound of that! Aren't we going to be a big happy family, forever and ever?"

"You know it."

She smiled and then walked out of the room to use the bathroom.

Chapter 2

That gave Alan a much needed respite, a chance to get a real second wind. Phew! What a dynamo. Her enthusiasm - normally I'd say it's overpowering, but really it just gets me as lusty and raring to go as she is. I love it!

She came back in a couple of minutes later, turning the overhead light on along the way. Not only had she used the toilet, but she'd combed her hair, wiped her skin clean, and even added a little perfume.

She walked across the room, sashaying her hips in the exaggerated fashion Suzanne had recently taught her. She hopped up on the bed and continued talking right where she'd left off. "You know, one thing I think about a lot is that time when you told me how you fantasized going to school with your cock still in my cunt. I always imagine you and I walking everywhere like a giant, four-legged crab creature, as you keep your cock in my cunt forever."

He thought, I would have never, ever thought my mother would love sex so much. Does she maybe even love it a little too much? How can I keep up with her "fuck crab" fantasies? On the other hand, I'm just about as obsessed. What's the word for a male nympho?

She sat up over him and straddled his hips, before rising up to pull his raging boner into position. Once done, she lowered her pussy down onto his stiffness. "Mmmm. Like this. This is how good mommies should always be: getting royally reamed by their sons."

As soon as she was settled on his stiff prick, she wiggled her hips and squeezed her vaginal muscles a couple of times, and then said, "But don't stop your story just on account of little old me." She winked. "I hope you don't think I'm distracting you."

"Just a tad!" He thought back and remembered how he'd been talking about his sexual frustration during the hiking trip. "All right. I'm going to finish this story up reaaaallllly quickly, just to prove that I can. Don't start bouncing yet."

"You mean you don't want your mommy to raise and lower her hips over your cock, causing you to drive deeper and deeper into her hot and needy insides?"

"Um, er, yeah."

"Okay." She giggled with glee. Any reminder that she was having sex with her son made her feel like she was on cloud nine. "But what if I do this?" She began her pussy squeezing again.

He chose not to verbally respond to that, but just try to get through the rest of his story as fast as possible. "I was in the middle of camp, and unfortunately didn't have any loving mommy to spread her legs for me. My dick was seriously starting to hurt and my balls were expanding like balloons. But more than that, I was practically having an existential crisis. Had I gone mad? How could an ordinary teenager like me have my own harem right in the middle of boring Orange County? Was it really possible that I was about to fuck my own mother?"

She raised up on his erection and answered, "Tiger, we're very real. I'm real. Here. Put your hand here and feel your penis sliding in and out of me. Isn't that real?" She lowered back down. And then back up. Soon she wasn't squeezing anymore, but just flat out fucking.

He started talking even faster, eager to end the story. "Yeah, of course. I love you so much, and I love what we're doing. I'm just saying sometimes it's hard to fathom all these changes. I wondered: how could I be so different from all these other scouts? Why did the fates pick me, of all people? Even now I don't understand and usually I try not to think about it, and just accept it."

She bounced up and down on his "mommy-splitter" as she listened. Her tits started flying around wildly, periodically crashing into each other.

He loved to watch freely swinging boobs so much that the sight almost distracted him from his story as much as the fucking did.

While frantically bouncing, she managed to blurt out, "Remember ... the Big Tits ... Theory!"

He closed his eyes and suddenly had visions of an endless series of heartbreakingly beautiful big-titted nymphos bouncing up and down on his dick. His mother morphed into Xania, then Suzanne, then Heather, then Brenda, then someone he didn't know, and more and more bodies and faces, changing faster and faster. Tits flew around in circles with bewildering speed. He felt strongly tempted by Susan's Big Tits Theory, the idea that he was a naturally superior master and such women existed only to please him. The "Bad Alan" was rising within him.

But he opened his eyes and shook it off. There was "only" his mother fucking him after all. He fought against the desire to be controlling, demanding, and abusive, and focused on how much he loved and adored her as a person and not just a sex object. It wasn't easy, because she was acting like a creature of pure lust who craved to be treated like a sex object. She happened to be in the middle of a sexual frenzy since she was doing all the work while he just lay there and enjoyed it.

He said in the calmest voice he could conjure, "Mom, your theory is absurd. You know that. It brings out my worst tendencies..." His voice trailed off because he was overcome by the sight of her bouncing on his hard shaft like a pogo stick. He thought, Screw the story. Screw Mom instead!

After a couple of minutes, she grew increasingly hot and bothered. She concentrated on her pleasurable bouncing and didn't say a thing, until she cried out all of a sudden, "Fucking! ... It's so good! ... I'm going to cum!"

That set off his alarm bells. He commanded, "STOP!"

She looked at him with shock, and slowly bounced to a halt. She remained impaled on his member and asked, "What?" Sweat poured down her everywhere while he remained relatively calm. However, he was still sweaty from before, since he hadn't cleaned up like she had.

He stated firmly, "Remember, you can only cum when I tell you. When you're ready to start fucking again, tell me, and you can."

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" He noticed she hadn't even caught her breath yet.

"Very. I was bad there ... but I'm in control now."

"Okay. But warn me like that if you're getting close. Meanwhile, take it slow and I'll finish my story. If I have to stop my story, that means you're fucking too much."

"Yes, sir!" She saluted him, and then giggled. Her bouncing was in fact slower now as she hung right on the edge of another climax.

So he gamely soldiered on with his story, mostly to keep her in check so he could have a comparative break and hold back from cumming. "I was having this crisis of doubting reality, like I said. I went to my backpack after dinner. I figured you'd buried some extra special yummy treats in there, like you always do. And you did, of course. You're the best mom ever, even in those rare moments lately when you aren't giving me your body to enjoy. But what else did I find down there, but a really good drawing of Amy, obviously drawn by her! I was totally blown away. It made me so happy."

Susan just "mmmm"-ed and bounced. She loved riding him in a sitting position.

He paused, then said, "Wait. Did you hear that?"

"What?" She was too busy impaling her pussy on his thick cock to pay much mind to anything else, though she caught that he'd enjoyed the snacks she'd packed. She was riding him slowly just as he'd asked, but she was also taking the time to go as deep as possible. She twisted and ground her hips each time, making sure his penis always hit her cervix as she fucked him. She was only half-listening to his story.

But he was thinking about the sound he'd heard. "It sounded like a distant scream. A really loud, high-pitched scream ... Specifically, an Amy scream." He paused. "Yeah, that's Amy, all right. I hear her coming now."